It’s you, the damp, cold winter again...
Igniting my icy musings with your scarlet fire,
Some simmering, some hovering about my eyes,
Some burnt down in your infernal pyre...
You bring along a carnival of memories, half-faded,
Conjure some magic that takes me back to old times,
What sorcerer art thou? What wizardry is it?
All the bygone years, come rushing down on me....
I hear ‘em, I touch, I smell, but cannot see...
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